*One shots

Fade

Yeeeeeeeee. Over 800 reads!! Thank you so, so, so, sooooo much for reading and commenting!

But I think that this one shot is needed. 

But um, yeah sure. Enjoy?

Don't read this if you haven't read Glass Sword. Taylor, I'm warning you!

Farley watched as Clara and Shade looked over a family photo album.

"See, and there's your mama holding you."

"Daddy, where's your wedding picture?" The little girl looked over at her father expectantly, waiting for a response.

"Well, ......"

"Auntie says that you show that you love someone when you marry them."

Shade couldn't help but smile. "She did, didn't she? But the thing is, marrying someone just makes your love for them 'official'. "

"What does that mean, daddy?"

Farley rolled her eyes at the fact that he forgot how old his daughter was.

"What I mean is— well that is— do I have to marry your mother?"

"Do you like her?" Clara retorts.

"No. I love her with all my heart. So much, that I don't have to marry her to show it. Do you understand?"

"What does understand mean, daddy?"

Shade deadpanned her.

"I'm just kidding, daddy. Of course I understand."

"Hey, do you want me to show you something?"

Clara gasped. "What is it?"

He pulled out a pocketknife. "See this? This was given to me by someone very special. But I want you to keep it, for your birthday present." He and Farley both watched as their daughter ran her fingers over the initials carved into the handle.

"All mine?"

"Yes. All yours to remember me by." Shade beamed at the little girl. She was the only one besides Diana who held his heart. "How did I get so lucky?" He murmured. Farley scoffed. "You didn't. Fate just gave it to you."

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What a pleasant dream, Farley thought, but she woke up to find no one at her bedside, and Clara poking her cheek. "Mommy. Mommy. Mommy."

She groaned. "What is it, Dove?"

"Daddy gave me this. He's so nice!"

Her eyebrows furrowed. "But your daddy isn't here. He's gone." It hurt to even think that.

"No he isn't. He gave me this." She held out her tiny palm to show a pocketknife.

The same one she saw in her dreams.

Fjeofhwkfjsnkfjwmfiw. I had to do this. I couldn't help but think that Shade was watching over his two girls even in death.

But this was inspired by a one shot from the Chronicles of Vladimir Tod. Has anyone ever read the whole series? I need to speak to someone about it.

This is the third writer speaking, and have a good day🙂